A/N : *inhales* ahhhh yes the sweet smell of finals month! i love being a college student!

(im dying, just prepare urselves for updates on wed or sat or mon or sthg because yeah FINALS OMFG)

thank u for the subs/comments! ((200++ subs where u at!!:D))

this may be too early for me to say but im planning a small jin+maknae line fic huhu

so many assignments ugh ok ill stop rambling now bye!!!<333

“I’m gonna need to change,” I said, motioning towards my current clothing. The shirt and shorts would last me a whole minute in the freezing weather.

V sighed and mumbled, “I’ll go get you some thicker clothes,” and moved for the door.

“Namjoon has a couple of coats so you can—oh my god!” he ended his sentence abruptly with a small shriek as he opened the door, revealing Suga leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey. I made tea.”

***

Given the intricate little engravings on the body of the cups he served the tea in, they looked like they belonged to some family of higher status. But knowing who the one serving the tea was and what he did for money, it probably did, once upon a time.  

I had my head down, silently letting the steam from the tea hit my face. All five of us were seated at a round table right next to the one we had used for last night’s dinner. “For smaller occasions,” explained Suga. I didn’t need to look at everyone else’s faces to know how uncomfortable they were. Except for Jimin, who was sitting next to me. I could see from my peripheral vision how he was casually helping himself to some pastries Suga had prepared himself.

Suga was seated on my left. After a good 10 minutes of silence, omitting Jimin’s loud chewing, Suga realized nobody was going to say anything, not any time soon. He cleared his throat and asked, “How’s the meat pie?”. This was clearly addressed to Jimin, since he was the only one eating the damn thing. The auburn-haired boy didn’t seem to expect to be spoken to, as he stopped mid-chew to look at Suga with raised eyebrows.

“Uh… they’re nice.”

“Good.”

Back at the room when Suga found the three boys red-handed trying to take me away, he had given V a lengthy lecture on how to re-kidnap properly and noting how predictable he was. Sure, I was aware of Namjoon’s predictions, but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting Suga to have his own little guesses. I noticed that out of the three members, Suga was the one who knew V best. Was it because of his creepy ability to accurately read people? Or was it actually because they used to be close? Whatever the reason, he knew him well enough to know for a fact that V would appear at noon. He had said, “V knows Namjoon would wait for him later in the evening. So he thought he could trick us, showing up at 1 instead.” The look of defeat on V’s face was both pathetic and amusing.

I looked over to V to see how he was holding up. He was leaned back in his chair, didn’t even touch his cup of tea. His hair was covering his eyes but I could tell he was glaring at the tray of pastries. He had mentioned how hungry he was, and Suga also mentioned how meat pies were V’s favorite.

V wasn’t really up for tea for obvious reasons, but Suga managed to convince him to stay (“The others won’t be back in a couple more hours so you’ve